St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1887-09-04
away from here the better it'll be for
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= And it came to pass that went.
st. Paul, Aug. 81. RoXIE.
COUNT. WRITE A CHAPTER.
He Has to Eat Steak That Would
Make First-Class Trunk Hinges.

Make First-ClaSS Trunk Hinges.
To the Editor OF the Globe:
With your kind permission I shall en-
deavOr to give my friends and fellow
"bOarders" my experience in a 'pay-for-
what-you-don't-get" house. For the
past eight months I have been strug-
CLING in one of the abOve-styled man.
sions. AS some of my fellow-sufferers
mentioned in the columns of your
newsy journal in last Sundays issue,
it is useless to mention the ''steak," or
what l generally call ''trunk hinges"
But as | remarked to my roommate last
evening that there is a saying. come to
think of it. guess it is in the Bible. that
''all flesh is grass" but added that
thought that this must have been bailed
prairie hay. At breakfast we are called
from our two-by-three rooms, and after
arranging our toilet we grOpe our way
through dark hallway to sort of lad
der stairway and descend two flights,
which takes us to the basement; here
you behold lot Of hungry. half-starved
human beings, with glaring eyes, and
one not used to the premises, the sur
rounding circumstances, ETC., would
think ne had ''emigrated by chance to
another planet" An old, dirty, shay
IL,
and with the usual, ''Vout you hef.
beekschtake or picked poark?' A cold
chill plays through my veins at the very
thought. The coffee is always brought
In on stretcher. and then is hardly
strong enough to lie on our st0machs.
The bread is homemade, and, PHI wager
my months salary, is the champion
heavyweight of the city. Their pies
are what are termed ''affectionate"
ples-the top and bottom crusts
are so affectionate nothing can
get between them. The butter
and one of my fellOw-martyrs
had ''setto' one day. The butter
Knocked him out in the first round.
After we have finished our tusselthrough
the day with food that would kill. in
time, an Italian vagabond, we pursue
our regular evening rounds to some
billiard hall or to hear the sweet strains
of the female orchestra at the BOdega,
except on park nights, where in a mea-
sure we forget our troubles. At night.
or early in the morning, we ascend
those memorable steps and retire. We
have patent beds, which we might de-
scribe as follows: Bedstead of SOftest
pine wOOd-abOut the Softest thing there
is on the bed. mattresses stuffed with
old coffee sacks: sheets, also used for
table spreads. which have not taken
bath since last carnival season; other
things to correspond. The landlady is
a widow with three children. I have
made quite an impression on her by adj
miring her and her children, and by
praising the fare and the execution in
general of her ability as boarding
house manager. You see have new
place engaged. and have not paid for
six weeks NV present Mace of sschew-
ing" is on Tenth street. almost forgot
to mention the bugs which have their
rendezvous in my room. They take the
closet as their private Office, where they
hold council in plotting an attack on the
whites. Pardon me for occupying so
much space, but this only line of a
chapter might write. Yours for SYM
pathy. TEA r. COFFEE.
;. St. Paul, Aug. %.